Hashim Conner’s Literary Works
sophisticated contemporary urban literarture

FALSELAND

Welcome to FALSELAND (pronounced fal•se•lin) Where lives take place but nobody lives…

We all know someone who dwells here, whether it’s a friend, a family member, co-worker, or acquaintance – we all know someone who resides in FALSELAND. Unfortunately if you don’t know someone, it just maybe you who’s spending your time overwhelmed by the allure of FALSELAND. Maybe we need to go further & give a better explanation. How about we give an example, let us introduce you to some of the lifetime residents of FALSELAND.

Beautiful chocolate brown skin, unbelievably proportioned, the envy of every woman who knew her, and the fantasy of every man she encountered. Christina Dior…Her name rolled off the lips of men from coast to coast, while being cursed by her fellow women at every opportunity. As it usually happens for a person who resides in FALSELAND, things seem great from the outside looking in. From outside, she had the world eating out of her hands & everyone wanted a piece of her. It always seemed like she had it all together. From the moment she entered the club, all eyes were glued to her as she mixed and mingled throughout the packed house. From the bar to the VIP area she gallivants through the party for all to see.

She’s exactly what older people are talking about when they make a statement about Fool’s Gold, or all that glitters ain’t gold. She seems to have it all together. Starting from her feet working our way up to her head. You’d have to notice the red bottoms that she just purchased for tonight’s special occasion. The D&G fitted dress with the back v cut so low on-lookers get a perfect view of the crack of her cakes. The dress being so short, it barely covers her beautiful assets. As we continue up to her encrusted ears, each studded with two carats a piece, picking up every glimmer of the dim light the club had to offer. Even with them being covered by her 18 inch Bohemian Virgin Remy that she swears she orders offline, you know the kind they supposedly weigh by the ounce. She’s absolutely flawless, we haven’t mentioned the 2009 Mercedes that she just leased after trading in her Charger…Once the people see that at the end of the night they’ll be speechless. It would be extremely hard to believe that it gets any better than this but it does…at the end of the night she’ll drive thirty minutes north to her town house in a beautiful gated community.

The perfect deception…only a long look would expose her true residence. She was not only a member of FALSELAND, she was the President. Though she played that as close to the vest as possible, only he could call her on the truth and since he had been over her it wasn’t important to him.

The he that we mentioned before is Rob McBride, one of the few people who knew all about FALSELAND. He refused to ever be a resident after seeing the after affects that it left on his parents and people around him. No, FALSELAND wasn’t his cup of tea, he’d much rather live in the real world and deal with the problems instead of ignoring them and allowing them to eventually deal with him. That’s why they failed to work while they were together, because she was a permanent resident and he couldn’t bring himself to visit.

Rob tried to warn her, and since he was a bit older, he even tried to guide her but she was too far gone. Instead of continuing to beat a dead horse he let her go, and each of them were happier for it. She was allowed to go on with her life, and he was allowed to go on with his. Though she held a grudge and often blamed him, fearful that one day he might expose her secrets. Unaware she had nothing to fear from him, because her issues didn’t hold much weight with him. Even after trying to explain it to her, she still never stopped worrying about the truths he could tell about her situation.

The truth was she wasn’t as important as she would like to believe. She didn’t have it all together as you’d think she did from first glance. The reality outside of FALSELAND was that she was just as fucked up as most of her onlookers. While they were wowed by her glamour and grace, it was all a sham. She was miserable, and it was all a cry for help that no one could hear, because her persona spoke so loud. From the hair that she picked up on sale from the local beauty supply, to the cubic zirconia that she covered hoping no one with a real eye for jewelry would catch a glimpse. It was all phony, or she went into debt to acquire it. Just like the Dolce and Gabanna dress that looked so wonderful on with the price tag tucked in – because she purchased it after she made room on her maxed out Visa by paying the bill down (and it definitely had to go back). Her hypocrisy didn’t stop there. We can’t forget the Mercedes that she hopped in at the end of the night that she struggles to pay the car note on each month because she got even with her credit being shot. Now she’s stuck paying nearly a thousand dollars a month & she can barely afford to gas up. Though it’s a great deal easier because her mother pays her rent, which allows her to continue to dwell in FALSELAND. At this rate she’ll live there forever as long as no one ever wakes her up from her perception of reality.

Christopher Williams said it best…”If I’m dreaming, then just let me sleep. Don’t wake me up till my dream is complete!”

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One Response to “FALSELAND”

  1. Will this be weekly, daily, or monthly because I need to know when to look for the next installment. I can’t wait! I would love to know more about her and Rob, there history and backgrounds. Looking forward to it! Great job Mr. Conner, you are turning me into a blog reader, which is something I usually despise.


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